I have had the same recurring dream for about 15 years. I’m walking around the carpark at Westfield and I can’t find my car. Every level looks the same, every car looks like mine and I can’t for the life of me figure find the bloody thing. I’m not sure what’s more distressing, losing the car or the searing mundanity of my subconscious.

Well thanks to this trusty hack, I no longer get into that situation in reality because I always take a photo of the aisle that my car is parked on so I can find my way back.

And yes, I chose to take this photo on aisle 69 ….because I’m mature like that.